Chapter 249: Since I can be Edgar, I can also be Homelander

Unfortunately, the healing could not keep up with the damage the lasers were doing.

"I am going to cut you clean in two!" Homelander’s jaw clenched so hard the veins stood out like ropes.

"Pardon my impoliteness, but go fuck yourself!"

Lightning still had Ivan pinned. He turned both hands into blade-tipped tentacles and slashed straight at Stormfront.

She tried to dodge and found an invisible wall boxing her in. Two whip-cuts landed. The blades opened her skin in an instant and something unseen pushed into the cuts, trying to make them worse.

"What the fuck is that?!" Blood pouring, Stormfront blasted away from the middle of the fight at supersonic speed so the wounds would stop spreading.

The lightning vanished. Ivan was free. A second later he was standing behind Homelander.

His chest was a ruined mess of meat. Homelander’s heat vision had almost punched a hole straight through him.

Puchi!

Ivan’s right hand snapped back to normal. He reached in, tore the dead tissue out of himself, and flicked it aside like garbage.

Boom!

Homelander did not wait for him to speak. He came in like a missile.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two of them smashed into each other over and over in the air.

Homelander was stronger, faster, tougher. Ivan was getting knocked around. But Ivan’s healing was something Homelander could not match. Every wound Homelander worked to open sealed itself in the blink of an eye.

The frustration sitting in Homelander’s gut was almost enough to choke him.

Boom!

Ivan lost count of how many times he got slammed through a building. Every time he flew back out in one piece and put himself right in Homelander’s face again.

"Shit!" Homelander spat the word.

The bastard was a cockroach. Burn a hole through his chest and he still put himself back together in seconds.

"My turn, I think." A forest of razor tentacles exploded out of Ivan’s back, weaving into a net that filled the sky.

Homelander sneered and sliced every one of them with his lasers.

That was the trick.

Some of the tentacles vanished mid-air. When they came back they were already inside Homelander’s ears, punching through the eardrums like arrows. They had just pulled two hundred milliliters of blood and were pushing deeper when Homelander, roaring, ripped them out with his bare hands.

Warm blood ran down both sides of his face. The pain made him clap his hands over his ears without thinking.

"You’re fucking dead!" He dropped his hands, stared at the bright red on his palms, and bellowed.

A flicker of something that looked a lot like fear crossed his eyes.

Stormfront was pale. She thought she had him.

"Edgar, you don’t want Vought burned to the ground either. Surrender now, hand the company over, and maybe I let those people live."

She meant the film crew still standing around the distant set.

Ivan did not flinch. He looked at her like she was dirt.

"Madame Stormfront, I never said I was actually Edgar. Why would you think that threat would work on me?" He reached up, tore his own face off, and Homelander’s face sat there instead. "You see? If I can be Ivan, I can be Homelander just as easily."

"If I feel like it, I can become you too."

Ivan put on a bright, sunny smile. "As Homelander, I can do whatever the fuck I want. You kill those people, what does that have to do with me, Homelander? I don’t give a shit whether they live or die."

"You mysterious piece of shit!!!"

Homelander finally snapped. His face twisted as he fired two beams hot enough to melt steel.

The air around the lasers warped from the heat. They went through Ivan like a hot knife through butter, slicing him diagonally in half.

No choice. The fusion rate on the panel was only 2 percent.

Ivan still did not have the defense to tank heat vision head-on.

The blast lasted only a second. The moment it stopped, Homelander staggered backward several steps.

Stormfront saw he was off. She hesitated, then decided to get him out. She hooked an arm around his waist and took off at supersonic speed.

Ivan stayed where he was and watched them go. He had gotten what he came for. Two things at once, actually. Once the super physique finished fusing he could slot in heat vision and X-ray vision without a gap.

"Looks like the only thing left is Butcher’s laser eyes," Ivan said with a small smile.

Tiny scarlet tendrils of flesh crawled out of the charred cross-section of the wound.

They twisted around each other, knitting the two halves of his body back together and gluing them shut.

The wrecked organs inside him knitted themselves back into working order just as fast.

...

Late night.

Outside a nightclub that only served supes, Butcher and Mother’s Milk stopped in front of the security guys.

"You’re not walking through the front door with that," Mother’s Milk said, eyeing the black suitcase in Butcher’s hand.

"I know." Butcher led him down a side alley.

A chain-link fence ran along the right side. Behind it was the club’s toilet.

"Bolt cutters on the fence. Then we unscrew the window on that wall and climb in through one of them." They got to work. Mother’s Milk pulled the bolt cutters out of his pack, then stopped.

"Even if we need to test the sonic weapon, does it have to be here? Why not use Starlight? Danger’s low. She wouldn’t say no."

Butcher did not answer. A crazy little smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

That look made Mother’s Milk uneasy. What the fuck was this lunatic planning? They were not even in busy Manhattan. The nearest station was only a couple thousand meters away. If this went loud they would have a hard time walking away.

"Maybe we should think it over."

"No need. I came to see if that little shit Hughie’s management actually does anything. If it doesn’t..." Butcher turned his head. The look in his eyes was pure brutality. "Then I take over."

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